Friday night Day 18

[darthmollusc]

August - a wooden raft
on a lake
near a deserted beach
tattooed with our footsteps
our jeans
like snakeskins on the shore
my boots
your sandals
conspiring in the grass

you're in the water
smiling up at me
with liquid eyes
you offer your wrists
and I lift you out like
some waterhouse nymph
in a tragically hip teeshirt
the wet cotton clinging
to your breasts and belly

I kiss lakewater
from your neck
my tongue tracing
the line of your jaw
and you draw me down
onto to the
sunwarmed planks
and
put me on back
your wet hair
then
brushing
over my chest
my stomach my thighs

Sitting up
my calves hooked now
over edge
and my feet
dangling in the water
your hands go to my shoulders
as you wrap your legs
around the small of my back
and settle into me

You lean back
point your chin
at a blushing sky
and almost pull
us both in